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The Fathomless Emergence… Are not never and always the same without purpose? Time loses all meaning in the span of many infinities. At the core of this world, the bedrock of the planet, blanketed in miles of deep, clear, crushing waters, an existence flickers into awakening. The thoughts...

It was clear that not all was as it seemed here. Bart could not seem to pick up any history behind the enchanted ammunition, whoever had put the blessing there had purposefully done their job in secret and very thoroughly. But from Madame Black's words and the faint traces of the magic he could...

The shriveled enchantress' cold demeanor seemed to chill the air around her words, the Dark Eye embedded into her seemed to pierce and rove over them, looking for something. Bart met its gaze for a second, but after a glance at him, it seemed to peer intently at his young assistant. Whatever it...

Entering through the door of the old fortune-teller's shop, Bart felt a wave of lingering spiritual force begin rolling over him. The spectral thread he had followed here to this shop had met with a thousand others of its kind, coating every object in the room and connecting every corner the...

Watching his partner work her way through her thought processes gave Bart a feeling he hadn't felt in quite some time. It took him a moment to pinpoint it, but he thought he could feel the first premonitions of pride. But a moment later he had shaken the sentimental cobwebs out of his thoughts...

"So, the world according to Hope is pretty much black and white, idn't it? Like that soggy newspaper there," he commented dryly, poking his cane at the stack of New York Times all bundled up in their roadside boxes. Bart hobbled along the sidewalk, using his cane along the way, but still able to...

Barty pushed the coffee gently away from his work space, taking care not to slosh any onto his ever-growing stack of papers and files. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the gesture, but she had a habit of interjecting the most menial routines into his often scattered methods and throwing off...

Amid the musty smell of this damp office, Hope's voice rang out like a bell. And not the sweet chimes of a church bell, more like the clatter of an alarm bell on a fire truck, constant and persistent. He had been in a slump for the past month, kettering through menial paperwork, overflowing...

Nathaniel Clear-Ripple The waterways of the Yampan River were quiet this afternoon. The fish lazily swam beneath his barge, eyeing the lure tossed in the water with a knowing look. It would be a shame to get caught on such a beautiful day, they seemed to say to him. Nathaniel almost agreed...

Iksander Halvost Council Chamber, Innsjost Palace Iksander allowed himself a satisfied chuckle as the Wolf-Queen bared her fangs at the sheep she lorded over. Serves the flock right for doubting the shepherd. He had only the utmost respect for Vanndra, she was no weak, sniveling politician who...

Iksander Halvost Council Chamber, Innsjost Palace The smoke from his pipe wafted sweetly up his nostrils and calmed the raging spirit he kept hidden under his stoic visage. The members of the court gathered around this table raised his temper far more quickly than any creature of the night...

Skinner Meeting adjourned, Rosie practically skipped out of the precinct. She had been assigned to her favorite task/hobby in the world: digging into other peoples' business. And Singh had handed her the keys to the candy factory, letting her loose on the streets with no surveillance, no...

Skinner The last traces of the chip flushed from Rosie's neurodes about halfway through Captain Sihng's private meeting. She played a quick mental rewind of all that had happened since she had practically blacked out over breakfast at home. The boring bus ride in, shoving for elbow room with...

Skinner Rosie felt the cross-dressing beaver staring a hole through her head, then it leaned over and whispered in Detective Glass' voice that she needed to keep her chip habit in check until after whatever this pointless meeting was for. She felt an indignant response rising up to her teeth...

Roxanne Skinner In a dingy backroad apartment building, the outside covered in spray painted symbols and century-old dirt, an alarm rang on a bedside table. A cheery, nostalgic ringing of bells as a hammer clapped between them, reminding Rosie that her life waited for her outside of her warm...

Somewhere over the Atlantic... Having commandeered one of your family's private jets, luxury was a commodity you never seemed to be lacking, though even the numerous expensive distractions could not stave off boredom and drowsiness forever. The plush couch was soft and inviting, and when you...

The doors swing wide as you pull them, much more quickly than you would have thought possible for such a massive and imposing entrance. A rush of frigid air races past you, contrasting with the near-tropical climate outside, sending chills down your spine unlike anything you'd ever felt, a sense...

The gardener circles the small walls of his domain like a watchful soldier on patrol, occasionally plucking of a brown dead leaf or feeling the ripeness of a fruit. You watch him pace and examine for minutes on end, sometimes whispering to a plant to grow larger, sometimes flicking an insect...

There are no replies from any of the names you called, even the presence of Amalia is silently absent, and you are not certain if that is something to be thankful or worried about. However much you try to exert your will into this dream, nothing changes in the least, no long gone relatives...

As you slip the door open, the scratching stops and a small furry head peeks its way into your apartment followed by a slender body and a swishing tail. The cat saunters into your room as if it owns the place, rubbing against your ankles and giving you an expectant mew. You can hardly believe...